Hello yes, I've been going to therapy. This shit can stay indoors. Whine, whine, whine, write a memoir. Maybe I am predisposed to condesension regarding my past self and behavior but what are we doing here? Is this my diary? I don't know. If I'm going to write for myself I'll do it; for myself. What is the point in a 'blog' anyway? That's pretty much what this is, no? I think I'm done with the whole victim thing. I'm not special and if anyone is going to improve my situation it is going to be me. There's bigger things in this world to whine about than myself. I still want a website, but I'm rather glad I hid this part of it. If you're what we call in my time a neckbeard than perhaps you've found this. Congratulations.